Why Must I Sweat da Track (feat. Fiend)

Nigga out here gettin' it
Old folks in the hood lookin' at me like I'm crazy
They already know what the fuck goin' on
Fuckin' fives ridin' past a nigga
Pointin' they fingers like, "I'ma get your motherfuckin' ass"
And they do get my ass sometimes
But I get my ass right back out on this motherfuckin' track

I say, why must I, why must I, why must I switch the track?
'Cause I got green, I got pills, purp' and I keep some crack
And I got corn on my phone, on a plane comin' to me
With that bag of that cash, ain't nobody fuckin' with me

Standin' on the track, tryna get the paper
Baby need shoes, hoes catchin' vapor
Ten toes down on you motherfuckin' haters
'Bout to pour up, need a motherfuckin' heater
Roll me a blunt, pullin' me a stunt
Lookin' for the junkies, tryna give 'em what they want
See, I got crack and I got pills
And I got powder and I got deals around here

Uh, catch me out here on my new track shit (Track shit)
No more corn on any white clothes, you snitch (Snitch)
I'll be the first to admit, I ain't no role model
But I keep that white girl, need white girls, I'm like supermodels
In the bathroom blowin' lines, blowin' time
Gettin' blowjobs the whole time, blowin' minds (Blowin' minds)
I switched the track up for better, I'm in some better places
Slangin' blow, molly and 'cheta to these Barbie Doll faces

I say, why must I, why must I, why must I switch the track?
'Cause I got green, I got pills, purp' and I keep some crack
And I got corn on my phone, on a plane comin' to me
With that bag of that cash, ain't nobody fuckin' with me

I'm a big head from being a raised nigga out the projects
31, Lost, no, I never used to ball flex
Head wanna wake up to a trade, that's bullshit
Niggas eatin' steak while I'm locked up in this bitch
Heads of them thinkin' that they gonna kick the door in
But they never did, I'm all alone like legend
I put that on God, ain't no fucks with 'em no more
Housed 'em on the fourth floor, cookin' lean in the stove

I say, why must I, why must I, why must I switch the track?
'Cause I got green, I got pills, purp' and I keep some crack
And I got corn on my phone, on a plane comin' to me
With that bag of that cash, ain't nobody fuckin' with me

Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
I hear you gangsta, but that's not true
On the block, got these people bein' lied to
Poppin', sellin' bullshit, he tryin' to
Supplie you with feds, a whole ho out here
Can't be blind to the cold out here
Didn't go, not a clue why that dude not here
Head cracked, safe open, what do we got here?
Yuh, as sure as grits gross is
Refuse to have that fake shit even close to me
Motherfuck that side that plan on smokin' me
Twenty-four karat rosary, prayers and the smoke go up
We just hopin' that this work don't slow up
Yeah, throw up, roll up, pour up
Mafia 6ix, Fiend, every neighborhood know us

I say, why must I, why must I, why must I switch the track?
'Cause I got green, I got pills, purp' and I keep some crack
And I got corn on my phone, on a plane comin' to me
With that bag of that cash, ain't nobody fuckin' with me